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SAFETY.
Put your dear little arms round my neck, love,
And lay your soft cheek to mine,
And draw me up safe on deck, love,
Out of the bitter brine.
Out of the stormy ocean
That's roaring and raging wild
Round the ark of my devotion
To my little innocent child.
And lay your soft cheek to mine,
And draw me up safe on deck, love,
Out of the bitter brine.
Out of the stormy ocean
That's roaring and raging wild
Round the ark of my devotion
To my little innocent child.
There's sorrow outside, my Willie!
There's trouble, and care, and woe;
And Fortune's smiles are chilly—
But you are too young to know.
But in here there's peace and pleasure,
And freedom from earthly harms,
And an inexhaustible treasure—
In the clasp of these little arms!
There's trouble, and care, and woe;
And Fortune's smiles are chilly—
But you are too young to know.
But in here there's peace and pleasure,
And freedom from earthly harms,
And an inexhaustible treasure—
In the clasp of these little arms!
The magic circle this is,
Where nothing ill can come,
The mark that Malice misses,
Where Slander's voice is dumb.
Ah, hate is weak beside true love,
As right is stronger than wrong!
I've heaven on my side when I've you, love—
And may not I well be strong?
Where nothing ill can come,
The mark that Malice misses,
Where Slander's voice is dumb.
Ah, hate is weak beside true love,
As right is stronger than wrong!
I've heaven on my side when I've you, love—
And may not I well be strong?
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